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Jimmy Urine
Jimmy Urine
Voz
Kitty
Kitty
Batería
Lindsey Way
Lindsey Way
Bajo
Steve Righ?
Steve Righ?
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
James Euringer
James Euringer
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gary Go
Gary Go
Ingeniería adicional
Greg Reely
Greg Reely
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
JC Charvet
JC Charvet
Ingeniería adicional
Jimmy Urine
Jimmy Urine
Ingeniería de grabación vocal
Machine
Machine
Ingeniería de mezcla
Sal Mormando
Sal Mormando
Ingeniería de grabación
Will Quinell
Will Quinell
Ingeniería de masterización

Letra

(You don't mean it) You need a uniform So you won't be ignored You are affected And so you're accepted It's time you invested in a bottle of poison So we don't have to hear about you bitchin' and moanin' You think you could afford a fuckin' bottle of aspirin Boo fuckin' hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit (You don't mean it) You need a uniform So you won't be ignored You are affected And so you're accepted It's time you invested in a bottle of poison So we don't have to hear about you bitchin' and moanin'! You think you could afford a fuckin' bottle of aspirin! You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons! (You don't mean it) So you're accepted (So you're accepted) So youre accepted (So you're accepted) Boo fuckin' hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking moro– Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons! (You don't mean it)
Writer(s): James Euringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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